"Imperial Princess, your day of giving birth is just a few days ago, why don't you recuperate in the palace now, and come out to enjoy the scenery when it is cold and snowy?" Flowey was a little puzzled and spoke worriedly. The meaning is only to persuade her to go back......

But Murong Feixue just looked into the distance, as if he was in a trance, and did not answer Huahua.

Since Ming's accession to the throne, major domestic events and diplomatic relations between various countries have been disturbed without stopping. It seems that there is very little time to go back to the happy times of the rivers and lakes. Originally, after the war between humans and demons, he was going to go to Heaven to settle accounts with the Golden Emperor. However, now that Lin'er is about to be born, he can only give up for the time being. After seeing that he had ascended the throne and became the queen, the master also traveled around the world in the clouds, saying that when his child came out, he would come here to give the child a big gift. The same is true of Lian Ming's master. It seems that masters love to travel all over the world and don't like to stay in one place for the rest of their lives.

A few days ago, I finally ordered someone to go to the Great Yuan Empire to inform my grandfather, and it is estimated that I will come here in the next two days. I haven't known the situation at home for a long time, and I'm still a little worried.

"Imperial Princess? What's wrong with you, Imperial Princess? The imperial concubine ...... "Huahua was afraid that she would freeze, so she gritted her teeth and began to call."

The round belly was extremely heavy, and I didn't know how the imperial concubine was so energetic. Not as idle as other pregnant women.

Between Flowey's sad face, a tall figure blocked Flowey's view. The person who came didn't say a word, and just looked at Huahua to open it. silently took the paper umbrella in Huahua's hand. It was still held firmly above Murong Feixue's head.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the cold wind slightly lifted Murong Feixue's forehead, revealing her slightly locked frown. Only then did I hear her say quietly: "Forget it, the old man hasn't arrived today, go back to the palace and continue to embroider a few children's clothes, so that the children can spend the winter." ”

As he was talking, Murong Feixue turned around. I was taken aback by the person behind me.

"Ming? How did you end up here? ”

"The concubine is willing to come to the city to see the scenery in the snow, and she doesn't look back at her husband, it seems that her husband's charm has weakened a lot......" Long Ming said with a lost face.

But when he spoke, the corners of his eyebrows were raised high, and no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was begging for comfort. Compared to when his father was emperor, it was much more serious. Even in front of Murong Feixue, he has always called himself 'husband'. I called myself 'I'. In addition to the world's major events, he never bothered about other things.

Murong Feixue appreciates this kind of freedom very much.

He pulled his lips slightly and smiled, and said to Long Ming: "I don't know what my husband thinks about his concubine?" ”

"Naturally, it's ......" Long Ming's voice gradually lengthened, and he said back, suddenly reaching out and taking Murong Feixue into his arms. With a weird smile on his face, he said, "It's good to look closer......"

Murong Feixue was a little uncomfortable by Long Ming's intimacy, after all, there were other soldiers on this city wall besides her and Long Ming. In such a public, it is still a little inappropriate. So he stretched out his hand and prepared to refuse. Unexpectedly, just as he moved, he felt his lower abdomen move, and the ball in his belly was very happy. Immediately after, she felt a heart-wrenching pain, which instantly threw her into Long Ming's arms.

"Aifei, what's wrong with you?" Long Ming sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly asked.